L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Cal Walker vs. Miss Fortune
Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, KO, Disqualification or Count-Out

I can't believe this!

Cal, normally not one to let out much outward expression, least when it came to things outside of family and well animals, had been inwardly fuming in the backstage area. Pacing back and fourth Cal was set for a match but given his attire it seemed to be a rather unconventional choice; as rather than his standard masked and fully "beast" attire he usually wore for standard action he was without his mask, gloves, footwear and instead had walked around near bare with a smaller pair of tight black shorts to call his own. This outfit was his "choice" for the more sensual side of L.A.W. combat in bouts with Hentai as a stip and Cal normally only had desire to wear such an outfit for these matches only.

However, as Star looked in concern at her partner, Cal seemed to be in a no win situation. See he had his regular outfit in the wash at the L.A.W. hotel the night before in preparation for today but fate ever the cruel mistress had to step in as the washers all seemed to break down over the night which left those who wahsed their stuff the night before stuck with clothing that could not be used.

When a worker at the hotel explained this to him, he ate a German from Cal but before more punishment could be added his wife Emiko stepped in managing to calm Cal down as she vowed to help resolve this and get him fresh clothing soon as she could. Unfortunately even if Emiko had been a miracle worker nobody could alter his match schedule and as such he had to make due with what he had which given how flustered he seemed to be was not any ideal choice.

"Not even my second match under the belt and I have to go out in...I swear whoever was in charge of these washers I shall..." Cal muttered to himself, but before he could further vent any violent wishes he felt something cuddle by his leg as he glanced down at Star who nuzzled and offered him comfort which caused Cal's attitude to do a complete 180.

"Oh Star I can never stay mad with you~!" Cal cried out, more like a schoolgirl than a pro star as he picked up Star and had the dog cuddle his cheek as the two shared a rather intimate moment which made Cal even blushed as he was just happy as one could be.

"Mr. Walker your match..."

"HOW DARE YOU WE WERE HAVING A MOMENT HAVE YOU NO HEART!?"

Cal's anger returned as a L.A.W. worker came to him to inform him it was time to head to the stage, which only caused him to glare with intensity as his cuddle session would have to be stalled though thankfully this member of the staff got no suplex as consequence as Cal sighed and picked Star in his arms. There was no way to avoid this so the two made their way to the stage as Cal would just have to try and wing this outfit best he could.

Cal's Theme

Standing on the entrance stage Cal tried to maintain his imposing gaze as he stood with a familiar stoic casualness to him to him; something hindered as it was hard to ignore the crowd when their gaze shifted on his now maskless face as well as his way too short shorts. Thankfully once more in his now bare arms Star was there and her same innocent energy helped to mask any shame Cal had to try and bury with a blank expression as most eyes were on the cute pup who barked happily their way. Cal worked to swallow the shame of this outfit as he hoped to simply focus on the match itself and people wouldn't make a deal over it.

The pair made their way down the entrance ramp, and while much of Cal's aura clashed with his skimpy shorts his experience with playing to the crowd had not deserted him as that air of intensity remained; the fact he had Star being in his arms was a nice bonus to distract causal gaze. Cal would set Star down who quickly dashed fast as her legs could around the ring to Cal's preferred corner, and Cal would leap from the outside to the ring apron before climbing through the middle ropes as he climbed a corner to strike a single fist in the air pose before set himself down; as he'd rather avoid a backflip attempt like his first match given well the lack of coverage his bottom half had.

Cal would make his way to his corner, once more checking outside and seeing Star there as she had come to be trusted to go to and once that relief hit the maskless pro would wait for his opponent to come; cape removed as Cal would cross his arms over his chest intense as he usually came off in spite of his more revealing attire.

Cal Hentai Attire

Another match for Miss Fortune. She had been losing more than winning recently, having faced several rivals in tag team and singles matches. This however was different. Madison as she was known by birth, stepped out of the shower of her private locker room. She dripped dry, her bare slick flesh glistening in the light. As she dried off, she picked up the outfit for tonight.

Red boots, red bikini bottoms that covered her rear tastefully and matching top, a little too small. The extras were the difference. Two ears and small cotton puff tail that could stick to her rear end. A bunny outfit.

Madison smirked, "He doesnt stand a chance! A guy, a fit guy at that. His eyes are going to pop from his head once he sees me in this."

She quickly got ready and slipped into the outfit taking a moment to adjust the flopped loose ears so they stood upright. She turned to see her puff tail sitting just above her round glistening cheeks.

At this point it was time for her to make her entry and she quickly moved out of the locker room and to the curtain area.

Her music blared and she appeared, both hands above her head


The crowd greeted her with whistles and cheers. They didnt want to see her win but there was no doubt that Miss Fortune was blessed with a fit body. She walked down the aisle with a natural bounce as fitting to her outfit tonight. Miss Fortune slips into the ring and saw Star. She hated dogs with a passion. They were slobbery, smelly and ugh!

The New Yorker ignored the dog and walked right up to Cal.

She trails a hand across his chest and speaks with a purr like voice that dripped attitude and seduction.

"Oh my god, I didnt know I was facing a greek God tonight. Now please be gentle, you wouldnt hurt a little defenceless bunny right? Although you may push my buttons with this..."

Her hand "accidentally" brushed his considerable package as Madison fantasied about his manhood. She would turn to walk like a stripper and swing her hips casually looking over her shoulder and stopping middle ring.

"Be nice and I can take a seat to tickle your nose with this fluff tail, and then I will show you what else this bunny can do."

She licked her lips and glanced at his tight shorts, the bulge creating all images in her head.

Miss Fortune lurked at her corner, eager to get her hands on this God like wrestler. His body was just what Madison was into.

What had been mere moments felt like an eternity to Cal, as the longer he remained in this questionable outfit the more bare he looked as he tapped his fingers along his bicep. Darn it when was this miss Fortune woman gonna come they needed to get this match over with!

Soon enough he got his answer, and as fate would have it, she came out in something that took eyes off his too tight tights.

With his eyes wide, Cal watched like everyone else as the stunning woman came out in a just spicy hot playboy bunny gear; which seemed to have the effect that Miss Fortune was looking for. Cal looked stupefied as his arms fell and his jaw seemed to hang open as no words escaped his lips. Other members in the crowd seemed to go beyond that, as while they may not have rooted for her given her natural beauty and that outfit she became a visual darling of a majority of the often rabid fans.

Star herself looked curiously at the woman, more innocently confused than anything else.

As the woman made her way to the ring, the effect of her costume seemed to grow only stronger as she moved closer to him and the tail brushing by his toned stomach caused a blush to cross the lips of Cal as he looked almost transfixed on the movements and attire wore by the stunning woman as her teases almost went by without much notice. In fact the only notice was the blush on Cal's exposed cheeks as that fluffy tail part of Miss Fortune's attire stroke along him which to all watching seemed to be a sign of clear arousal.

And indeed that would be the case, though as Miss Fortune moved to her corner and the referee prepared to check them over, nobody could guess just to what specific degree.

"SO CUTE!!!"

With practically figurative hearts in his eyes, the muscular tower of the man let out a light toned cry to Miss Fortune. Quickly he dashed over to her much to the referee's bewilderment as he aimed to press and pull Miss Fortune close to her. Though oddly, rather than get his hands on that appealing body of hers, or even a longing look in her drop-dead gorgeous face, his focus seemed to be on the bunny tail and eats as he stroked both with almost a sensual level of love.

"Such authentic fur, such fluffy ears. This is so close to a true bunny!" Cal said with almost a schoolgirl level of love, for the animal-specific parts of Miss Fortune's attire as the referee and many in the crowd looked on dumbstruck.

Miss Fortune was in full flow and was happy to play the game to tease Cal as much as possible. The rush and close embrace took her by surprise and she prepared herself, expecting the big wrestler to squash her against the turnbuckles or to simply scoop her up and plant her into the canvas. Thankfully, Cal did none of those things. He was fixated in her bunny fur.

The redhead chuckled and spun around letting him get both a eyeful of her dangerous curves and s much fur as he could handle. As she turned back she positioned herself to try something straight out of her heel locker playbook. Madison purred to distract him with her words.

"You should have told me, I have lots of outfits, I can be any animal you want, in my dressing room, with a bed that has lots of furs on it. So cosy!"

She winked and nuzzled into his chest, acting as cute and innocent as possible. However, Miss Fortune was a horrible girl. No respect for the rules or her rival.

"The thing about bunnies is..."

With that break in her words she tried to lift a knee hard into Cal's abs. If she could she wanted to get him to bend over and stumble back. Miss Fortune was keen to get under his skin.

"...Well they kick!"

The crowd would boo and the ref would try to interfere with the pre-match attack. If Madison could get away with it, she would grab Cal's hair to hold him in position. Miss Fortune would then twist her body and with a flick of her hips butt bump his face right against not only her cheeks but that soft bunny tail. She hoped Cal would tumble.

"Oh, bunny hop!"

Naturally Cal's eyes seemed to ignore the sexy curves others in the crowd literally began to drool over, as his fixation indeed was on the fluffy tail she teased before him and nothing more. Which compared to the referee and others watching Miss Fortune seemed to take in stride teasing him with just the right phrases.

"M-m-more, you have more wonderful animals you can become!?" Cal called out as his cuteness overload seemed to hit maximum which on the surface made him putty in Miss Fortune's hands.

As she swayed and pressed against him, he was more focused on the ears as they rocked side to side. Man they just seemed to nice, so fluffy he had to get his hands upon them and distracted him from Miss Fortune's real instant as soon enough a knee struck his gut out of nowhere.

Indeed the large man was forced back a step from the blow, as he seemed to be prone and vulnerable having from Miss Fortune's perspective been wrapped around her finger with her outfit of choice.

He was slightly bent as he stroked his gut, leaving himself seemingly open for whatever Miss Fortune desired to do next.

Miss Fortune gained some positive attention from the crowd for once. Her outfit seemed to be a big hit, especially with Cal.

"I can be any animal you like, sugar!"

As she had him bent over, the redhead wasted no time in shifting around to stand next to him, lifting him back up and hooking a leg. She would attempt to drop back and take the pair down with a textbook Russian Leg Sweep!

If it worked and they landed correctly. Madison would scramble up to her hands and knees. She would hoist a leg over Cal's body, facing his feet and sit on his upper chest. It has two benefits, one was an early pinfall attempt for which the ref duly dropped down and counted

ONE!

It also meant that her puffy bunny tail was teasing Cal's face by brushing his mouth and nose a little. Madison would look over her shoulder and playfully comment.

"I warned you about the bunny hop babes, now stay down for two more seconds and I will be your little pet!"

Miss Fortune never usually went to bargain for a win but she desperately needed one. Her career had nose dived since she split from her former partner and adopted this bitchy gimmick. Now this was an almost nice, flirty Madison.

The pin attempt was sloppy. No hook of a leg, Cal has his arms and hands free. The only pressure was Madison's lighter weight sat on his broad chest.

Needless to say this had not been the result just about anyone expected as the larger and frankly imposing Cal was almost rendered helpless by the seductive nature of Miss Fortune.

Driven to his back, without even a punch being thrown and one move, Miss Fortune seemed to have the match well in hand as the referee began the count.

From the POV of all watching, Cal seemed transfixed by the "rabbit" woman, and her teases may end up working out for her.

TWO

The referee made the second count, and the possibility of it being a short match hit as Cal's face seemed to hold a blush and he seemed to eye the movements of the ear and tail more than focus on anything else.

However, before the third count could be made, Cal would do something unexpected.

"So...so...so...CUTE!!!"

Cal having spent that time thinking her "offer", decided it was too much to wait for another count of three to have a feel for her. As he would shove Miss Fortune off to break the pin, then pulled her close into a hug. A nice big, deep bearhug as he squeezed with a loving embrace but oh so tight all the same.

He aimed to roll with her, cuddling by her cat ears and feeling her tail while he squeezed like a loving doofus, though with the force of a boa as his muscular biceps went to work even if unintentionally.